Keeping It In The Family

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"I'm going to bed, I think I drank too much," Ariel said as she stood up, bracing herself against the side of the couch as she tried to gain her balance.

"You had three wine coolers," her twin sister, Ashley teased from the couch. "How can you be tipsy from three wine coolers?"

"Sorry, guess I'm just not the experienced boozer that you are, Ash," Ariel responded as she let go of the couch and took a shaky step toward the door. With their parents out of town for two nights, the eighteen year old sisters had decided to indulge in a little alcohol. It was Ashley's idea of course, everything bad the twins did was Ashley's idea, that's the way it always been. Ashley had the horns and Ariel had the halo.

"Okay, well I'm going to try some of that tequila in dad's office," Ashley said as she watched her sister stumble toward the stairs. "Do you need help getting upstairs?"

"No, I can manage," Ariel said with a shake of her chocolate brown hair. "Be careful, okay? I don't want to have to hold your hair while you throw up later."

"I'll be fine, you should focus on not falling down the stairs and breaking your neck," Ashley shot back as she stood up and started toward her father's office. The door was unlocked, which was probably a mistake on her dad's part, but the blonde teen wasn't going to complain. Saved her the trouble of getting the key. The assortment of liquor bottles wasn't locked up either. Mistake number two, she thought with a smile.

Finding the nearly full bottle of tequila, Ashley pulled herself a glass full, then, bringing the bottle with her, headed back into the family room, slumping back down onto the couch. Setting indian style on the couch, the bottle between her legs, the blonde took a sip of the clear tequila and immediately winced. Then she took another, bigger sip.

"Okay, now that goody two shoes is in bed, I can watch something good," she said out loud, reaching for the television remote. She immediately flipped to the pay-per-view channels and found the adult section. Sure her parents would notice the adult movie charge on the bill, but they would just assume that it was Ashley and Ariel's older brother.

Finding a suitably naughty move, Ashley took another drink of tequila and then settled back to enjoy herself.
 
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I came home much later than I'd expected. The local baseball game that I worked the sound for ran into 4 extra innings, and following the mad rush of fans trying to drive away that delayed me several more minutes, it seemed that one of the drunkest ones caused a large pile-up on the highway. This caused a clog and emergency services response that could only be described as a NATO humanitarian response. The wait, no matter how prolonging, was worth it: at home awaited a loving, easily-manipulated bowl of Ariel's chicken salad that wanted no one else but me. Yeah, I had to make sure the girls were okay and all that crap since mom and dad were out, but every man deserves something good in his taste buds as often as possible, and Ariel loved making food for me.

Thr car parked, the seatbelt unbuckled, and the house key in hand, I rushed into the house with little grace and fought to get the fridge door open; it's only when you've been craving something special that the door has undergone extra suction to make sure it stays super-fresh for you, requiring Herculean effort. A few more iotas of pull and it may have been ripped from the hinges, leaving me either in trouble with mom and dad or indebted to Ashley for not telling.

I scanned the fridge attempting to target the flower-printed dish that stored the mixture of heaven's garden with extra pine nuts, located it, and pulled the cold porcelain from the rack it sat on. I made sure not to cut myself on the foil as I lifted it up and saw a serving that, if offered to a member of the Oregon Trail, would be described as 'meagre'. With some bedraggled emotions, I prepared white bread and placed the remainder of the contents into a sandwich and garnished with Tobasco sauce, smushed it all together, wnd closed the fridge door. Ashley, who I suspected to be the perpetrator of the chicken salad anti-surplus, could take care of the empty dish that my male brain left behind as I walked away as though I'd lost a bet in a dog race. I wouldn't know about that, though; Mr. Andy never loses bets. Not once, and I never have.

Speaking of that one, I saw her in the living room, focus entrenched in something on TV with what looked like a bottle of soda between her legs. With the casual ease that came from siblings that know parents are nowhere near them, I sat (more like trusted my sense of home and fell into) the couch next to her, immediately invading her personal space by sitting too close.

"What's on?" It looked like How I Met Your Mother: five nearly-middle aged people sitting in a booth with a bar to the stage-left.

"Listen, Robin, my Barney-sense is telling me that "

"Oh no, is this the one where Barney meets his dad? Such a bad story arc after Marshall's dad dies."

Before I knew it, the scene flashed back to Ted's apartment, where Robin and Ted were kissing.

"Oh snap! This must be a new episode! When did this happen? Oh man, Barney's gonna be pissed about this." I started eating the sandwich. It tingled and melted and sxcited me, and I was so happy about the chicken salad, and thr Tabasco multiplied everything. A fe chews into it, I noticed something off about How I Met Your Mother. "Dang, they've been kissiv awhile. Can CBS afford this much airtime for kissing? When are they gonna start talking again?" It went on, the Tabasco heated up on the next bite. Like a fool, I forgot to make a glass of milk; the folly! I reached between Ashley's crotch, searching for the bottle. "Let me get a swig of your soda."
 
Between the alcohol induced haze caused by her eager consumption of tequila, and her anticipatory focus on the porno she was watching, Ashley hadn't even heard her brother enter the house. In fact, she wasn't aware Andy was there until he slumped down onto the couch beside her, bumping against her. The blonde wasn't the type to startle easily and she certainly wasn't the type to be embarrassed because she was caught watching porn, especially when the person catching her was her older brother. Andy was fun, purposefully annoying sometimes, but fun. And he didn't treat Ashley or Ariel like they were little kids that he needed to protect.

"Dang, they've been kissiv awhile. Can CBS afford this much airtime for kissing? When are they gonna start talking again?"

Ashley snorted, amused that her brother was so engrossed in his sandwich that he hadn't realized that the movie she was watching was just a parody of the TV show. Of course, it was Ariel's chicken salad, the teen thought, remembering just how delicious the sandwich she had eaten earlier had been. Couldn't blame him.

"Let me get a swig of your soda."

Ashley had still been thinking fondly of her own sandwich, and wondering if Andy was planning on eating the blob of chicken salad on his lip, or whether she could just lean over and lick it off, when he reached for the bottle between her legs. As she had begun to watch her movie, Ashley had pulled her dress up to her hips, so as her brother's hand slipped between her legs, the skin of his arm brushed against the bare skin of her inner thigh and sent a shiver down her spine. The bottle of tequila rubbed against the damp spot on the center of her panties as Andy lifted it up.

"It's not soda," she managed to say a moment too late. As she turned her head back toward her brother to see whether he was going to drink the tequila, Ashley could hear moaning coming from the television. The kissing had turned into an impromptu 69 on the couch.
 
I slipped the largeglass bottle from my sister's legs and began the muscular processes for getting a splash in my mouth. My brain contrasted a sweet, bubbly mixture rushing over my most Tobasco'd taste buds in the most refreshing act since Bill Clinton admitted he got a blowjob. This was mitigated by the sudden choking, noxious radiation that hit me in the mouth as soon as Ashley said it was not, in fact, soda. Indeed, this concoction was beyond the most incorrect root beer or home-made batch in my known world. I'd been had!

In some parody of a double take, I lifted it back down and tried to eye the label on the now-noticeably large base of the bottle. It had the same little cartoon sombrero that dad's favorite brand of emergency hooch had on it, and something immediately became, as the old fisher Uncle Wesley alwad said, fishy. I lifted it back to my main center of sensory input and took a controlled, investigatory waft: it was grandpa's old cough medicine, alright, and it wasn't the first time Ashley got into it.

"Ashley Arthur! This is not good!" I enjoyed using her middle name as often as I could, seeing as I was the one that gave it to her. I shook my head and lay the bottle back between her legs. "Now I have to go back to the kitchen and get a cold drink myself. Tobasco and Guadalahara Goods don't mix well! It should have been whiskey!"

I was, of course, kidding, and stormed back into the kitchen rapidly, working the tap to the sink faucet and preparing a cup.

"Ashley, you should really cut back on the pseudo-sins. Statistically, mom or dad is gonna walk in on you before I can one of these times. I let a stream of water hit it, inside and out, to moderately clean it as most men do. I could hear what sounded like sobbing from the living room; did I make her sad somehow? What the hell? "What's wrong? Are you Ariel?" It was more common than I liked to admit, especially when the house was kept in the dark as often as it was.

I walked back to the living room entrance and the Sister was fine. She was grinning hard and, in the TV glare, I could tell it was Ashley for sure. The noises got louder and my brain associated them with matters of exponential pain and sadness. It could mean only one thing: Barney caught Ted and Robin. It was so simple. He had to have been out at the fire escape and now Robin's being forced to make a difficult choice. Stupid! I shouldn't have left.

"Did Barney catch them?! What's the score?!"

I rushed in and inmediately about-faced right into an erect penis being serviced. My excited facial features dropped as my surprise abounded. Ir was on the How I Met Your Mother couch, though; Naked Ted was getting a mouthful of Mostly Naked Robin. Except it wasn't Ted and Robin. It was some guy named John St. Austin and some bitch. And my sister was watching it! Weird!

I accepted the situation and, in a moment of clarity, realized I actually wanted
To see how the porn parody was done. I plopped back down on the couch next to my sister, who had probably planned on masturbating. I'd heard her in the bathroom before, but on the COUCH? Where Uncle Wesley sleeps sometimes? I sighed heavily and made sure Ashley heard it.

"Well, I guess I imagined that's how Ted does it. It seems accurate enough." I got comfortable on the couch, leaning back and apreading my arms out to either direction, my left slightly going rhind Ashley. "That doesn't even look like them, though. Robin's too meaty, Ted is too tall. I always wished when they got to this that Robin was bustier." The camera angle became both literally and figuratively half-assed, and I cocked my head to the side. "You know, we can't waste the money on thisjust because I walked in, right? I've always wanted to see it."
 
While Andy was in the kitchen getting something to drink, Ashley turned her attention to the pay-per-view movie she had purchased, watching as the couple on screen went down on one another. She slipped a hand down between her legs and rubbed the damp spot on her panties for just a second, deciding not to risk more than that with brother just in the other room. She was still watching intently as he returned, though her hand now rested on her thigh.

Andy eventually realized that the porn she was watching wasn't the TV show he'd mistaken it for, eliciting a series of gleeful giggles from his younger sister that almost caused her to fall over on the couch.

"You know, we can't waste the money on thisjust because I walked in, right? I've always wanted to see it," her brother announced as he sat back down next to her on the couch.

Ashley was glad Andy wasn't going to insist she turn the dirty movie off, but having him watch it with her was almost as bad. She couldn't exactly spread her legs and finger fuck herself like she wanted with him sitting right there. Of course, she could always excuse herself and disappear into the bathroom to release a little stress if it came to that.

But why would her brother want to watch a porno with her in the first place? Was he just trying to ruin her night, or to embarrass her or was he actually interested in watching the movie? What would happen if he started to touch himself while he watched, she wondered. If he touches himself, then I'm touching myself she decided.
 
Surely, my little sister must have felt some sort of embarassment at the situation, which was usually the goal of my actions: to get a rise out of her. She seemed to be getting a rise from something else, and my sibling instincts told me that this was the best move toward ruining her night. However, something else told me that maybe I wasn't being completely appropriate this time; I typically didn't care when it came to whether or not I was inconveniencing my siblings with shenanigans, but if Ashley had been trying to get it on with Lefty or Righty, I probably shouldn't continue. If it was her trying to impede with one of MY one-on-one's, I'd probably be pissed.

However, the sex acts were now getting a bit more intense, and my male brain wanted to continue bearing witness to Naked Ted railing Naked Robin, though with more emphasis on Naked Robin than I consciously admitted. I didn't dare look over at my sister, who was probably thinking the same thing. Maybe I'd made a mistake in wanting to watch this. I doubt it was gonna be fulfilling or a testament to the show I loved so much; but, then again, Ashley already ordered it and I was interested in boobs, so I decided to stay long enough to finish my sandwich.

"I always hate those junk shots. Are people really interested in seeing that specifically for 20 minutes? I can't do it. It's just so...." I pondered the adjective, but instead of speaking, I levelled my hands parallel to each other, palms down, one on top of the other, and slapped the top onto the bottom several times. "It's annoying. That's not how people have sex. Maybe Ted and Robin, but not...." I almost said me. I paused. "....anyone I know."

I took another bite and chewed slowly, continuing my general review of the cheap porno. Boy, Ashley liked shitty porn. No class, no grace to it, no quality except in the unreal physiques that were now being showcased wt another bad camera angle. I pointed at Naked Ted.

"I would look just like that if I shaved my chest." I thought for awhile. "You realize those people were at work when they made this? You think their spouses made them a bag lunch on the way out that morning? Do you think Naked Robin eats pudding packs?"

I broke my initial rule and looked at my sister to gauge her reaction. I found myself closer to her with my arm stretched across the back of the couch behind her. Plus, I was feeling the first rushes of blood meant to grow a little fatty in my jeans. This was bad.
 
"I always hate those junk shots. Are people really interested in seeing that specifically for 20 minutes? I can't do it. It's just so...." Andy said.

"I like shots of junk," Ashley responded as much to herself as to her brother, her eyes locked on the aforementioned junk. "Especially big, thick junk like that." Did I just say that, Ashley wondered to herself. Probably had a few too many sips of dad's tequila, she realized. Not that what she'd said wasn't true of course, but, it wasn't something she normally would have discussed with her brother in the room, no matter how outgoing and unapologetic she usually was about her sexuaity.

"You realize those people were at work when they made this? You think their spouses made them a bag lunch on the way out that morning? Do you think Naked Robin eats pudding packs?" Andy continued with his commentary as Ashley's hand slid further down her inner thigh, moving closer and closer to her panties.

"What I think is that if you talk through the whole movie and ruin it for me, then you're going to have to find a way to make it up to me," the blonde said, her concentration still on the television screen even as she shot a fist across her body and into her brother's shoulder. On screen a second male actor entered the scene, possibly playing the part of Barney, Ashley didn't really know or care, and moments later she was watching the female character taking cock from one guy while she sucked the other guy off.

"Just try to tell me that isn't fucking turning you on," the slim teen said to her brother as she finally unfolded her legs from beneath her and put her feet on the coffee table in front of them.
 
"Just try to tell me that isn't fucking turning you on,"

I took a deep breath, looked down at what Ashley was doing and looked back to the screen.

"it's just that the logic is so flawed, and I really like How I Met Your Mother. Like, is this part supposed to be described to the kids? Have they exchanged STD paperwork? Why are Naked Ted and Naked Barney cool with this? Is it in the Bro Code that it's fine as long as balls don't touch?"

Ashley was probably frustrated and trying to get a few rubs in while the gettings were good, and I had to admit, I was stimulated. I sighed and took it in; if I started doing this, me and my sister would be mre casual than brothers, and that seemed strange. However, I liked the idea of having an open relationship with my sister; it promoted bonds and connection and all that other stuff. She hadn't yelled at me to leave, or turned the TV off, or tried to change the subject so far, so perhaps we COULD be comfortable watching a porno together. It sort of made sense in my mind, and that was good enough for tbat specific moment.

I reached down and unbuckled my belt the rest of the way, pulling the zipper down and letting a pile of unrefined penis present itself. I decided to play it discreetly and reached down under my underwear, grabbing ahold of the tangled skin and wayward testicles until my boner was properly in the seasoned operator's (my) hand. I looked over at my sister with a casual nod seeking approval, my feet following hers onto the coffee table.

"This is what we're doing, right? You grossed out? Or have your switches been 'fucking turned on'?" I poked at her toes with mine, trying to elicit a response. "Let's just watch Naked Barney and Naked Ted be totally not gay with Naked Robin in peace." I watched and rubbed on my dick awhile before turning back to Ashley with mischevious eyes. "Or we could make a bet that whoever finishes first has to help the other one. No mouths, just hands. Eh?" I twiddled at her toes again.
 
Ashley smirked at her brother's comment about Ted and Barney's balls not touching, but didn't say anything. As the scene on the screen became more and more intense, the female actress continuing to take both cocks at the same time, and moaning loudly in response, the blonde found it more and more difficult to keep her hands where they should bed.

Mercifully, a few moments later Andy reached down and began to unzip his pants. Seeing that, Ashley didn't hesitate for a moment, one hand slipping down between her thighs, her fingertips beginning to rub the wet spot in the center of her white panties. Even though her attention was primarily focused on the movie, she could see from the corner of her eyes that her brother had slid his hand into his pants and begun to stroke himself. Despite the strangeness of the situation, the blonde found herself at least a little disappointed that Andy hadn't just whipped it out so she could see it.

The teen responded to her brother's suggestion that they just watch the movie in peace by doing exactly that for several minutes, watching as the two male characters switched places, watched while she slowly peeled her panties to the side and let herself finally touch her fingertips to her clit, which brought a gasp from her parted lips.

"Or we could make a bet that whoever finishes first has to help the other one. No mouths, just hands. Eh?" Andy finally said, breaking the silence as his foot slid to the side and rubbed against Ashley's. Does he have any idea how much I love having my feet touched and rubbed and sucked on, the teen asked herself for a moment, just the brief contact raising her arousal another level.

"If you want me to jerk you off, just ask," Ashley finally answered, reaching over and pulling her brother's hand from his pants and replacing it with her own. Her other hand still between her own legs, the blonde fumbled around inside Andy's pants until she found his cock, which she carefully drew out through his fly and began to slowly stroke with her hand.

It felt much bigger than she had expected it to, prompting the teen to glance over at her brother's lap discreetly so she could get a good look at the cock she was jerking. God, it was big, she thought as she began to stroke it a bit faster, even as she slipped a finger down to her slit and let it slip inside of her pussy.

"Is your switch fucking turned on?" she asked with a smile.
 
She gaspe when I touched her foot. Both times. was my sister one of those feet-

And then she went right for the kingmaker, and I let out a sudden and surprised, "Oh."

"If you want me to jerk you off, just ask," she looked right at me before, with some explorer's curiosity, she began fondling and stroking my dick for me.

I reviewed my options: let my sister give me a handy. Refuse and take care of business myself. Finish my sandwich and sleep. Get on netflix and watch actual episodes of How I Met Your Mother. It all seemed so clear, but it really wasn't. My heart raced and I was scared, but I didn't want my wild sister to find that out. I could do this! I just had to stay on her level. And I think I owed it to her to make it a worthwhile experience.

I let my arm slide down over her as the gap between us closed, and I grabbed onto her hair.

"It's an open circuit." Not very smooth or sexy, and in fact discouragingly nerdy, but I'd never been jacked off by my sister before. She panted and grinded softly as she worked both sets of tools at once, waiting for me to do something else. I gave her messy brown hair a quick jerk to catch her attention. I decided to try a new tactic. "Yeah, the switch is up. And I'm not going to ask you to jerk me off, you're going to do it, and it's gonna be the best one you've ever given."

I kicked my left leg and her right off of the table and felt awkward. "If you've ever given one. And I'm sorry if your scalp hurts. Look, you're going to rub yourself out while you do it and I'm gonna watch." I started rubbing hard on the top of her foot to get another reaction, my free hand pulling out a breast and fondling. "I can grab too. And you can only look at me, don't you dare look at the porno. Or else, and stuff. So....start."

I'd never been this way with a girl before, but as bad as it didn't seem to be, it seemed to be like the right moves, like she would be into it. Of course, she'd probably fight back, and as exciting as it was, she was the problem kid and I looked forward to what she would do next.
 
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As Andy began to rub her foot with his own, as well as slip her dress down off one of her tits so that he could grope her, Ashley was more focused on the movie in front of her, the cock she was stroking, and the finger that she was using to pleasure herself, than she was on anything her brother was saying. When he finally seemed to be finished, the blonde laughed, a light, silvery laugh with the slightest hint of sarcasm, "First, let me just point out, this isn't the first handjob I've given, its not even the first one this week. Second, you'd have to pull my hair a lot harder than that to hurt me, but I wouldn't recommend it, because I might get distracted and accidentally squeeze your dick a little too tightly."

Ashley emphasized her point by giving Andy's thick cock a squeeze just hard enough to make it uncomfortable before returning to the slow, steady motion of her hand gliding up and down his shaft.

"Now stop being so bossy," she said, turning her attention back to the television and to her pussy. "Just sit back and relax, I promise you'll enjoy this." As she finished speaking the petite teen slipped her hand from her brother's cock down to his testicles, fondling his sack lightly.
 
She knew me better than anybody. I wasn't one to be overtly dominant and sexually insane, and she turned me back into the teddy bear I'd always been. After getting wide-eyed and alerted to her hard squeeze, which actually didn't feel that bad, I did as she told me to and lay back on the couch, watching her begin to really get to work on my hog.

But was it wrog? Shouldn't we have had a discussion or talked about how incest is froened upon? The fact that she was my sister, and no matter how promiscuous, we shouldn't even consider-

She was working my balls like she'd been practicing on them all her life. She knew just how to keep the bloodflow and my excitement constant. I groaned hard and my breathing got heavy. I tried to put aside the things she said about giving handjobs, especially this week, and how unfazed she had been when I roughhoused. It was on my mind as she cotinued to fondle my shit, the idea that my hardcore sister, who had apparently been a pretty bad girl, was now working on getting a deposit from me. I leaned my head back, but not for long; I wanted to keep watching her.

I can't say I was struck with thoughts like, "I can't believe she's doing this " or "She's my sister, this isn't right." I realized that there, with Ashley hunkered over my lap doing some work, we were just two people who wanted the same thing. Sex isn't complicated, and sexual acts are not matters of advanced relationships; it's all just reaction, no matter who it is, and maybe family was a better choice to have it done than a girlfriend or wife. I'd been with Ashley all of her life as a companion and advisor; she and Ariel were my best friends, and no matter what happened, we would always be-

She was fucking rocking my world without even touching my dick. Holy mother, Ashley was doing something that felt beyond a massage or a fondle. She hadn't been wasting her time with whoever it had been she was with before. I would give a shit about her being what some would call a slut or a whore, but now her ways and means were turned to me and I only wanted more.

"Okayokayokay, you're right, stroke ny dick some more. PleasestrokeitAshley. Whoa, man, come on!" My sentence structure became silly. I wanted her to unleash the fury.
 
With Andy back under control, Ashley turned her attention back to the movie she was watching, and more importantly to pleasuring herself with her hand. She began to slide her finger in and out of her cunt, the palm of her hand rubbing against her clit each time. As Robin started to get fucked in her pussy and her ass at the same time on screen, the blonde began to breath heavier, aroused not only by her manipulation of her pussy, but also by the continued fondling of her tit by her brother.

"Okayokayokay, you're right, stroke ny dick some more. PleasestrokeitAshley. Whoa, man, come on!" Andy said.

Truth was, as she had gotten more and more aroused, adding a second finger to her cunt, Ashley had practically forgotten that her brother was still sitting there. Hearing the urgency in his voice, she glanced over and saw that his cock was standing straight up, completely rigid, throbbing visibly as she continued to massage his balls.

"Looks like you're enjoying this," she commented with a smile as she slid her hand back up to his shaft and began to jerk him off again. "Maybe you were right, we don't really need the movie do we? We could probably have a lot of fun, just you and me, right big brother?"

Not waiting for a response, the teen leaned against her brother and lowered her head down to his lap. Her tongue flickered out to tickle the tip of his cock as she continued to stroke his shaft. A moment later she was licking the head thoroughly, even as she began to finger herself faster.
 
I was sort of surprised when she disregarded the movie and went straight for me to begin giving me the old tongue-and-tug. I bucked a bit in surprise watching the blonde hair of my teen sister cover up my goods almost completely. It seemed Ashley was getting herself off at the same time, a hand disappearing down the underside of her torso with jerks and hip movements. I considered reaching down and saying domething smooth like, "Need a hand?" before prodding arpun and attempting to help with my inexperienced fingers, but by God, she told me to sit back and relax and that's what I was gonna do.

"Yeah, by ourselves, you and me, kiddo. God!"

I didn't know how long I was gonna last. She knew exactly what to do and how to keep me hard as a towel rack. If she did anything more, I was gonna-

Naked Robin had become a semen reception dock at some point in the last two seconds, which was how long the whole thing seemed to last from my perspective. She was upside down on the couch and Barney was up first; it was sort of hot. I'd never been serviced while a porno was playing; heck, I hadn't been with a woman in months. I was so caught up in-

Ashley did something (I'm not completely sure what) that combined a tight, steamy squeeze with a tongue move (it may have been teeth) that really set me off and forced me to hold onto her. She really did seem to know me well. My little sister, sex goddess. Maybe. She sure gave a nice handjob. My sister: handjob goddess. I worked hard to set aside the pre-orgasm tingles and looked back to how ugly Naked Robin seemd to be whilst taking a delivery.

Somewhere inbetween keeping from spraying my sister's mouth with my own load and needing to make a vocal something, I spouted the following:

"Oh God, Robin!"

Oh shit. Oh, man, this sucks.

"No, Ashley! I mean, keep going Ashley! Oh fuck!"

Oh, fuck!

"I meant Robin's ugly. But I like it. You're doing it. Not Ugly Naked Receptionist Robin. I mean-"

I was always awkward, and she knew it. I had no options left. Worst case scenario: beat off snd never talk to Ashley again; it couldn't be that bad. She was my sister. I was hoping she'd have some understanding before I did something else stupid. My hand slid down to her bare butt, groped a bit, and teased what I thought was her vag. I put on an awkward, smooth smile.

"Need hand? Need A hand? Help?"

Fuck.
 
As Ashley settled against her brother and began to lick the head of his cock eagerly, she wondered what had taken her so long to see the potential her had. He was, after all, the perfect fuck buddy. He had a big, thick cock. He was always around. And there was absolutely zero chance that he was going to go around blabbing to anyone about how he'd fucked his little sister. The thought had never occurred to her until now, but now that it had, she was having a very hard time thinking of any reason not to make it happen.

And speaking of hard times, Andy's cock had grown seriously hard as she continued to play with it. He was obviously enjoying what was happening. The blonde slowly wrapped her lips around his swollen head, then carefully pulled back, letting her teeth scrape across the round head. He seemed to like that.

As Ashley continued to tease Andy's dick, she fingered herself faster and faster, the movie on the television completely forgotten except for the moans and groans she could hear. Soon though, the sounds of sex from the movie were drowned out by her brother's rambling commentary.

"Need hand? Need A hand? Help?" Andy asked awkwardly.

Without a word, Ashley sat up, releasing her grip on her brother's cock. She stood and turned to face him, standing between his legs. Smiling wickedly at him, the slender blonde reached down and grabbed hold of the bottom of her dress, lifting it up and over her head, then tossing it on the floor. All she wore underneath was a bra and her panties, both of which she quickly slipped off, leaving herself completely naked in front of Andy.

"I think it might be better if someone put something in your mouth to keep you from putting your foot there again," the teen said with a smile, lifting the hand that had been between her own legs up to his lips as she knelt down in front of him. As Ashley slipped her fingertips into her brother's mouth, she lowered her head down to his testicles and began to eagerly lick his balls.
 
I watched scientifically as she stripped down, looking over my sister's naked body as she got naked, just for me, and came back to suck me dry. I could nearly describe it as having some fear or reservation, knowing what she was capable of already and what she planned to do. She was upping her game; she really wanted me to pay attention to this and be aware that she could do it better than any movie could.

"It'd be....really better....sock....Ashley!" I groaned as she went to my balls and started licking and sucking. She was good at this, and in that moment, I thought that I'd never want anyone else but her to do it to me ever again, and with her juiced fingers in my mouth, I was finding myself getting more excited to shoot cum than I'd even been in my life.

I lay back and just let it happen. I was done worrying and rushing through thoughts of incest and all the other reasons why I should tell her no. However, she was tonsil-deep in my testicles and did that weird gargling thing with them while giving me good, hard strokes; I'd always joked about how she could 'gargle my balls' when I refused to take her somewhere or do something for her, but now that I knew she could do it well, I knew I'd probably owe her something. She finally spit them out in another strange move and went back to grabbing and licking me. I was in heaven.

"It's definitely good....it's all really good, Ashley," I looked down and took in the sight of my little sister using this previously unknown skill set to pleasure me. It was the perfect idea; she was my sister, so she'd never squeal about things like this, especially to mom or dad, and she was just down the hall from my room. Heck, she could do this kind of thing IN my room so nobody knew! Of course, for all I knew, this was a one-time thing, unless she offered me the chance to show that I was able to reciprocate. I wasn't new to sex acts, either; the next chance she gave me to throw her down on that couch, I was gonna stick her like a pig.

Unless I came first, which I now felt coming closer than ever. I hadn't had an orgasm in months and I was ready to spray her....I immediately thought of staining the living room carpet, the edge of the couch cushion, and everything we would touch afterwards. She was going to have to swallow it all.

"I'm gonna do it....I'MGONNADOITSOON. Ashley, you've-" I grunted as she stroked me a few more times and looked up to listen to me. "You've gotta swallow it all. It's gonna be a big one, but we can't leave evidence. So do it. Comeoncomeon, do it, don't stop!"
 
Ashley spent an extremely long time sucking on her brother's balls, and playing with them before she finally lifted her head up and began to suck his cock. She'd always been turned on by the sight of a pretty, fresh faced girl sucking some guys nuts in a porn, but had never really had the guts to try it with a guy. With Andy, she didn't have to worry that he would freak out by what she was doing. If he wasn't freaked out by one of his little sister's jerking him off and fingering herself in front of him, she doubted there would be much she could do that would turn him off.

When she finally did start to blow him she was surprised to find that his cock was actually bigger than she'd initially thought. Now that it was completely hard, it was bigger than any cock she'd ever sucked, so big that she couldn't get it all in her mouth. That was no problem for Ashley, she just focused her lips and tongue on the head of his cock while she stroked the shaft with her hand.

Ashley loved giving head, and she was good at it. She had more than her fair share of experience going down on guys, plus she'd watched hundreds of videos. She loved to lose herself in a nice cock sucking, and sucking Andy's cock was no different. Brother or not.

"You've gotta swallow it all. It's gonna be a big one, but we can't leave evidence. So do it. Comeoncomeon, do it, don't stop!"

At first the blonde wasn't quite sure why her brother was so insistent that she swallow his load, not that she wasn't planning on it anyway, but then she realized that he was afraid of leaving evidence of their little encounter. If a big cum stain was found on the couch or the floor, Ashley knew that she and her sister wouldn't be the ones blamed by their parents. Andy would take the blame.

Okay, so I'm going to swallow Andy's cum, no biggie, the petite teenager thought to herself as she began to bob her head up and down faster and faster on her brother's throbbing cock.
 
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